So, today we drove. And drove and DROVE. We thought we would head to Albuquerque as it has a soft spot in my heart due to all the Bugs Bunny I watched growing up but instead of pulling a Bugs and making a wong turn in Albuquerque we skipped it all together and re-routed the GPS to destination Taos. We were not fans of the Texas panhandle and were happy to cross the state line into New Mexico just before sun down. We entered Taos in the dark and drove around town looking in all the cool, closed galleries and shops. We grabbed a room at our new favorite hotel (Quality Inn - $69/night) and went out to Mondo Kultur – a cool eclectic movie rental, coffee, wi-fi, trendy magazine place to pick up an expensive imported soda and some chocolate cake to take back to the room. Tomorrow we explore Taos in the daylight. It’s pretty awesome even in the dark. Clean, quiet and full of cool artsy stuff places. The animals are doing well and settling into permanent car sickness. JayR hasn’t had a cigarette in 2 days and I am very proud of him – not only for not smoking but also for not bitching out. Life is good!! Woof-Meooooooow-Waaaaahoo-hoo-hoo-HOO!

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4:58 pm Hi mommy. I love you a lot. Thank you a lot for the story. It was grate. It was really funny since it was about rocks. Wait. Were you talking about those rocks that are very hard? Well...? OK I’L take that as a yes. HEY! Guess what. I thought of 3 cherekters:
#1:one day daddy was jriveing me to scooll. And I saw a rope hanging from the air.
#2: that tooth paste that is new.
#3: that toy white cat that is stadingn that thing in the bathroom.

And be for you leave Perkins make sear that you pick up some recipes for us. Well. It’s getting late. I love you mommy. love, Taylor.

Greetings fearless readers! I'm going to play relative to father time and cut and edit the sequence of my adventures you so kindly have followed and before catching you all up to date on that first cross country trek (I've not included Yellowstone, Glacier or NorCal) I'd like to bring you into the present which involves another road trip....this time in a Ford mini-van with a labradore, green-eyed black cat, a straight girl and her "Mo". Welcome to Destination California - take two! The characters: Dawn (second verse, same as the first verse), Gunner (aka Gooney, Goonburg, Goontard, The Goons - red lab extroidinaire that is all beauty and beastly deft on brains), Juno (psychotic black cat belonging to my lovely daughter that loves this creature and therefore we will listen to it moaneow non-stop for 3,000 miles), JayR (best friend, co-pilot, pet whisperer with better fashion sense than Melissa Rivers and a CD collection that could make the producers of Soul Train blush). Enter stage left, said crew in a blue Ford mini-van pulling out of Crownsville MD one Saturday headed to Graceland, Memphis TN! We made it as far as Knoxville and crashed luxuriously in a Quality Inn where we did not (despite an incredibly strong urge) suffocate my daughters cat just to keep our ears from bleeding and nor did we die en route from Gunner's show-stopping, wedding-halting, town-evacuating farts. It's 8am CA time and 11am (check-out time) Knoxville TN time and we're looking forward to seeing Sun studios and Graceland and whatever else Neil Diamond (who graces our stereo speakers) tells us to see. Don't worry Taylor....we're keeping your beloved crooner safe and sound and Nic, your hound is mentally deficient as always and his heart hasn't shrunk any either! He's so excited to see you he can't stop passing gas and neither can the van........we're outta here!

Oh - Taylor....I owe you a bedtime story. Here's one I thought of last night as I was being smothered by your cat that likes to sleep on my face. It needs some work - maybe thrown into a rock tumbler and polished?

Rock Story

Do you know the importance of being a rock? Our strength is in our diverse yet connected family. I have uncles and aunts that are stones and many pebble cousins. Distant relatives on river beds and volcanos and even the moon! In fact, I have more relatives than the beach got sand. But what makes a rock important? Well, it isn't called stone and roll, now is it? And it wouldn't be the same to say someone or something is boulder solid, right? (even though that side of the family wouldnt mind, they tend to be loners, obtrusive even) And you wouldn't play sand, paper, scissors would you? How about pebble candy? Or a stonette that flies into outer space or kicks up her heels on stage - ridiculous!! Us rocks are made of the stuff lobsters want and some heads are full of. We go way, way back in history and plan on sticking around longer than dirt. We like to leave just enough space between us and hard places for you to fit into as well as offering a reference for how hard something is...like ice or math problems or, emmmm - hair gel or the gum you left on your bedpost over night! Signs are made and posted where some of our beloved have fallen and are falling, stating to "watch" for us out of pure reverence for our existence - these signs are usualy near roads, thats where we like to land. These signs don't say watch for fallen semi-precious stones! Actors have used us for their namesake and explorers have departed from our British ancestors. And if you are still hazy on the importnce of rock then let me clue you in to one last tidbit; drinks are served over us and thus one must reach our bottom before recovering from too many on the rocks beverages. Gilbealtor wouldn't know what to be called without us and lastly, we can even be a pet, a garden and a "formation"! Show me a slate that can claim that!

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I am looking back on the remaining pictures (an epic amount of them) from our journey across the country and the small degree of hind-sight I’ve gained allows me to really marvel at what an amazing accumulation of unforgettable experiences we’ve had. Where I left off we were on our way to become acquainted with our cousins in Billings, MT with a Hyundai full of dirty laundry, persnickety children (really that’s Tall & I) and a couple of stir-crazy kids itching for a home cooked meal and a place to stretch their legs which are growing at an alarming rate. (Alarming since the two pairs of pants they’ve been living in for the last 6 weeks are now “high-waters”) We pulled into Bill and Barb Hope’s house late for dinner in true Dawn and Jeremy Hope form and thus began a grand and sure to be long-lived relationship with our family in the West! We were treated like royalty (they must not have gotten the memo re: Us) with a delicious steak dinner (Soooo good! We were definitely in Beef Country), incomparable conversation/laughter/tears and enough love and hospitality to treat our sore and lonely hearts from leaving all that we know and care for in this insane pilgrimage to the other ocean. They cooked, cleaned and entertained for us and I feared we would “go soft” before heading back on the road for the remainder of our trek. Bill showed Nic how to properly clean a fish and brought out some faded old photographs of Jeremy’s ancestors showing, clearly, a “Tall” resemblance. Taylor was stuck to Barb’s side and a smile was stuck to all our faces like a tail on a donkey after spinning 10 times and walking a wobbly path at a childhood birthday party. How uplifting to know we have family as wonderful as Bill and Barb! We recharged our internal batteries, de-stunk our wardrobe and parted with promises of future camping trips and excursions sure to bring us all even closer. As far as stepping stones go….Billings was integral to the Hope Journey. As I write, my heart heats up with gratitude. They filled our sails (and our coffee cups) with true and good things sure to boost our vessel to the California shore safe and sound!

Due to the sudden outburst of intrest in my blog posts, Ive personaly,
(looks at mom who is glaring at me) ehem... I have personaly put aside some time to inform you that the posting will continue
on a regular basis as it has, until we buy a house. by then the intervals in the posts will have grown.
Just to let you know =P. The past few days have been alot of looking at houses, going to the In N' Out burger
all the time, and staying in diffrent hotels every night. We've looked at alot of cool houses since last week.
And a couple cool towns. But so far my favorite has been the town of pedalooma. or however you spell it.
We had a giant new york style pizza, bought a hotel room, and we all went to the movies. Taylor and mom saw,
Journey to the center or the earth, while J and I went to see something a little more RRRRROBUST. THE DARK KNGHT!
Ive only waited 50 years to see it...err...let me re-frase that, but not now! Im not going to give the movie away incase you want to see it
And also when I describe the Joker and the fact he licks his lips before every word he says and that he likes Gasoline and knives,
and guns, It gives me chills. So be my guest to go see it and develope a deep-seeted fear of clowns as I have before you.
BEEEEWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE!Well hoped you haven't lost all hope in my posts.

Until next time, Nic. "ahhhh! look a clown do you see it???!!! its right there man look and see the clown help me to help you man!!"

Well guys. We've pretty much taken the gold.
Were in California. We left the perkins hotel as you might know, Great Falls Montana. and drove from then and there
(2:30 P.M.) All the way to Eurika California. (4:20 P.M. the next day) We're so Impatiant.
P.S. ----- Anyone ever going through Oragon, and or California. I highly recomend The coast Highway
And The Avanue of the Giants. As your Two main routes. Avanue of the giants is a highway that runs through
A Red wood natural preserve. With parking spaces to walk all around along the way.
Wich I also recomend you dont over-look, becuase Mabye its just me? or Does all of my homies out there get this wierd fuzzy
feeling from standing inside of one of the biggest living things on the planet? mabye its just the mushrooms...
Let me specify, Theres a bunch of hollow trees you can stand in. How exciting?
And the coast is great for stopping here and there and looking at starfish and other odd looking things.
Dont touch the starfish....They might look very cuddely but there vicouse little things they are.
So presently I lay here in some cheesy motel 6 with race car sheets and wish I wasnt a complete hobo.
I mean what am I supposed to tell all the California girls? "Hi I'm homeless, I hope you'll be my girlfriend becuase you feel
oh so bad for me and my poor little hobo boy soul. Oh and did I mention I only have 2 outfits ive been wearing
for the past mounth?!"
They that'l surley work batman.
Now lets go save the city...
Well thats pretty much it, but its not the end! Keep checking for the posts that have to Do with our desprate attempt
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First off, the Native American's do not like that term; Devil's Tower. I was expecting something menacing, myself, ...   more »

In the spring of 1985, my parents bought a beige and maroon Chevy conversion van and in the summer my two brothers and I staked out our territory in the back of that van and with parents piloting, we headed West. Our destination was Yellowstone National Park with only the best stops along the way. It was to be the adventure of a lifetime. I was Eight years old.
I remember very little of the first half of the drive. The fields of the midwest made an impression on me with their great expanse and the license plate game held my attention for a few days with the names pressed into steel of states as alien as any foreign country. We had no TV’s or i-pods, we had boredom and fights and constant questions...oh yeah, and Dad would turn on the CB radio now and again to listen to the truckers conversing, but it wasn’t long before a curse was uttered and the CB was turned off. I remember my brothers reading Bazooka Joe comics late into the night by the light of the rear cupholders. We listened to the radio wherever we went, not having CD’s, and the song “American Pie” came on nearly every day and thus became our anthem for the trip.
We camped several times staying near the Mississippi on July 4th hearing fireworks late into the night. Mom cooked beef stroghanoff over the propane stove and it might have been the best thing I’d ever eaten. I don’t remember much more about camping. After our tent poles melted in the Badlands of South Dakota I think we stuck to motels and cabins. The Badlands was also where we saw our first Buffalo, which I insisted on calling by its proper name, Bison. I was adament about this and would get upset if anybody called them buffalo. I really set myself up for frustration having 13 and 15 year old brothers who loved to point out the buffalo!
It was an amazing trip and sharing such a journey with my own wife and children has been one of the highlights of my life. Seeing the country through their eyes is an even more joyful experience than the first time around; what a gift.
The sights have not changed very much, though Old Faithful has slowed down a bit and the Buffalo, ahem, Bison are much more prevalent, and the presidents carved in stone are still looking presidential. Still there is one monument that left me breathless. In 1985 we stumbled upon a mountain being carved by the children of a man who had passed away only a few years before. His name was Korczak and his legacy was a mountain with a four hundred foot tall outline in white paint of Crazy Horse, the legendary Native American, riding his horse, arm raised, finger pointing to the black hills. Before he died, Korczak had removed a huge amount of rock and succeeded in putting a hole through the mountain through which a bulldozer could drive. My eight year old mind could not fathom such a dream and while I cannot speak for the rest of the family, the general feeling was that the project was more of fantasy than reality. How could such a feat ever be accomplished!
Well I am extremely happy to report that I was completely wrong. The face of Crazy Horse has been brought forth from the rock with incredible skill, standing some ninety feet high from chin to crown, and work has begun on the horse’s face which will be over two hundred feet high. A large visitor center, museum, store and Indian Cultural Center have been built at the base of the mountain and the sight now receives millions of visitors each year. A majority of Korczak’s ten children are working on the project, and a grandson is finishing his studies in geology and engineering and will be taking over as head of the project very soon. There is a great energy alive at Crazy Horse and the feeling now is not whether it will be finished, or even when it will be finished, but a joy and satisfaction in the fact that the work is ongoing. I feel lucky to have seen the progress of over twenty years of hard work.
The kids promised to bring their own children to this sight some day. Who knows, maybe it will be completed as the sculptor Korczak had planned, but there is no hurry. The work is the exciting part, the travel, the growth, the change: this is where the life is, in the progress, not the perfect finish.
We dig and chip away, day by day, sometimes seeing no progress at all. One shovel-full might appear the same as the last, same as the next. But if we look back now and then, and sometimes it takes the eyes of others to truly see, perhaps the fresh gaze of a child, we are surprised to see that the thing has begun to take some kind of shape, that maybe the dream wasn’t as crazy as we thought.

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Yeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaw!
Whats up ya'll? Today was the West Yellowstone Rodeo CHAMPIONSHIP. And some 13 year old girl won the whole thing
up against men who lost the big bang by around 11 points. I mean, That just makes the bulls look bad... I mean...yeah...
It was inspiring though. In the second challange thing, -Cough- one of the bull riders was 12 years old.
But of course he was Imedietly shot off the back of the bull like cannon ball.
REJECTION!
Epic fail....

Then During our last drive through Yellowstone, I heard "MOOSE!" So I looked and guess what...
NO ANTLERS...
Just blobs in the distance... and they were sleeping... Now just that just make you want to jump around and hug it out
with people you dont know?
We are currently in the holy mother of all hotels. A perkins resteruant motel!
And J and I are already planning on waking up at 6 A.M. to go eat huge pancakes. followed by a huge pancake lunch
and huge pancake dinner. Did I mention theres only 3 Perkins Hotels In the U.S.? Well there are.
Feel the jelouse eating away at you? Watch out.. You might wake up in the middle of the night and believe you are in a Perkins.
Thats all the dry crusty nonsense I have for these few days On our LONG,
CROUDED, CRUSTY, Journey. Sincerley, Meeeeeeawacka double-shoe-tie walrus in sandals.
A.K.A. The walrus Gooroo.

When we told Nic and Taylor we were going to see Mount Rushmore Tayls said, "Wahoo!!...what's that?" and Nic immediately ...   more »

Well, we're in a bit of a conundrum at the moment as the pictures I posted last night don't match ...   more »

Haye evrebody. Geeeees wut! I'm al exidid abwt. IL tack that as a wut? I scipt a rokc! And yestrday I sal a ciyoty!!

Im sorry ol' chaps...Ive seem to fallen into a terrible case of writers block...
And- I fear my tears may staine my pedy-coat... But Seriously, Who reading this has the soul perpose to hug a buffalo?? I dont...
And if you spend your days in a cold wet shack playing with rusty dinner utensals writing songs about saving buffalo,
I know this guy who knows alot of guys in white to come help you with your problem... But back to the part about the buffalo before I accused you of being mentaly insane,
Buffalo are awsome! Yup..Nothing but buffalo...In fact did you know there are currently 30,000 buffalo in Yellowstone national park
Wyoming? Many moons ago the buffalo were considered spiurtual and fuzzy animals. and were lightly hunted by indians.
Then Custer came and with his men, Shot the ever loving Ice cubes out of the buffalo, reducing the population to about 35.
Thats about one herd. How sad? imagine how fat custer must have been by the end of the first week? how Blubbery?
But many people in the park devote a great deal of there time to re-developing the population of buffalo in Yellowstone.
How lucky those buffalo must feel right now? wait... I'm pretty sure buffalo eat sleep mate and poop where-ever they want.
but rather.. How hot and shedy those buffalo must feel right now in the end of august. But to end my endless dwelling on the fact
that buffalos are so cool (and you stinkin' know it too) its time to move on to another subject... Ze geysers =P. Geysers are hot.
but dont take my word for it... I'm sure if you stick your hand in a geyser, you will feel very reashered on the subject.
O'l Really needs to get up and errupt, errupted today. 30 minutes after it was supposed to. But it was worth it. about 15 people had
left and everyone still there was either picking there nose or sleeping. J was in the bathroom I was looking at some girl in the
third row and My mom and Taylor were playing the "who could stare at the dormit geyser eagerly the longest" game. =P
And that has been pretty much it for the past 2 days.
PARTS I LEFT OUT BUT AM TO LAZY TO GO
BACK AND CHECK IF I DID OR NOT!
1. We almost ran over a coyote! 2. We went fishing! We didnt go Catching! =)3. And my shoes are kind of wet! ( how lovely? ) Now I know I usualy end with the same thing.
So I thought I'd shake it up a bit. Well thats all I have for this ____ (beetle jiuce! x3) Watch out for my next ____ (Brand of snow shoes)

Sincerley.... Sasquache.

Greetings from West Yellowstone, Montana. We crossed the Continental Divide today... and then crossed back over. On one road we wound between Montana and Wyoming so many times we lost track: I don’t know if we are making good time getting to California, but we are HAVING a great time!
We decided after spending two progressively colder nights camping in bear country in Yellowstone National Park that it was time for a hot shower and beds at a local motel,. No worries about bears though for as long as your tent is free of food, toothpaste, chapstick, water bottles, and basically everything but yourself, the bears have no interest in visiting.
Dawn and I awoke the other morning to a deep gurgling sound coming from outside the tent, happy to discover a herd of Buffalo grazing in an adjacent field and not a bear summoning breakfast. Since our stay in Custer State Park in South Dakota last week, the Buffalo have been a constant and welcome companion to our journey. Seeing herds of the hairy beasts does not get old. There is something noble about them, an ancient sort of wisdom in their eyes that I haven’t seen in the domestic cow, along with their great size and power and the freedom with which they roam. They gladly tie up traffic for long periods of time as they mosey across the road creating one of the many “buffalo jams” we have been stuck in. Nic has grown quite fond of the Buffalo and has taken advantage of the many close quarters situations by attempting to communicate with them. His attempts to mimic their gutteral moans have gone largely unanswered and after his efforts, though heroic and highly scientific, appeared to cause a calf undue stress, and possibly attracted a large female known as “Big Momma,” we have restricted his experiments to those buffalo not near our vehicle. In addition it is unfortunate to note that fish have responded with a similar lack of enthusiasm for Nic’s heroic efforts, though this time with rod and reel and a new “lake wading” technique previously unknown to Trout and fishermen alike. But this does not deter young Nic and tomorrow we plan on asking some locals for advice. It seems that with a fly fisherman at every bend in the river, the fish have become quite savvy to the tricks of the angler. Keep your fingers crossed for the lad! He certainly has learned to catch a tasty phrase in his Blog entries, eh?
As we move west, everything seems to grow larger, including Taylor’s eyes as the mountains she has longed to see unfold before them. The sky too has revealed depths and detail previously unseen by our crew, and a new understanding of the name “Milky Way.”
So here we are back in civilization with our first cell phone coverage in a few days. Tomorrow we head back into Yellowstone in a final effort to see a bear, a moose, an elk and swim in a hot spring. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Dawn, who has been the engine and the rudder for this Blog, as well as for the cross country adventure itself. We’d still have an empty Pod sitting in the driveway if it weren’t for her efforts, broken foot and all! I hope everyone is having a great summer. -Jeremy

My peoples!
How is everybody from the EAST! From a little old me all the way in Cooke city Montana!
Good ol' cooke city.. never did us any wrong..but we had to go and name it what we did eh? poor, poor, cooke city...
Population, 243 Cookiets... It only took half our lives to get here... yesterday we had just drove through Wyoming and ended up in
Montana To stay with Jeremy's Oh So Hospitipal cousins Bill and Barb. Everybody back home give a little shout out to Bill and Barb mhmm.
=/
So after an awsome dinner and a- Wait, wait...(another awsome) Breakfast, -the most important meal of the day-
Bill tought me how to gut and slice up a fish =D
After all that goodness we left for Bear Tooth's Pass. THEE, scenic highway of Merica'...
Where we saw a muscrat beaver thing, 2 deer, and Grizzly bear poop! How mystifying?
all an all we drove from Wyoming to Montana, To Wyoming back to Montana, back to Wyoming an now back in Montana.
Get all that?
We are currently in a random hotel in a random city the just so happens to cary the name cooke...
Not the best name for a city but I can make Pie out of dough...

Watch out for next weeks! (probably more flavorful) Post by ME!
Sincerley, Nic
e guy

It was a long drive across the flat, flat, flat Midwestern states from Illinois to South Dakota where we all tried to think of as many meanings for the word flat as possible….a British apartment, note slightly below key, a rate. The kids are great car riders / travelers but anyone gets a little tired of pancake-ville after crepe-ville after spatula-ville. We saw the best moon rise, to date, just outside of Austin, Minnesota (self-declared “Spamtown, USA”) where the sky really started getting big. And it got bigger and bigger with every mile. It had to in order to hold all those stars that kept popping up. We spent the night in a real Americano hotel in Podoka the next night which had exquisite 1971 paneling on the walls that were adorned with kitsch art of dramatic scenes of Native Americans (they call themselves Indians round here) hunting buffalo on horseback. There was an old man in a recliner watching a small, bulky television with tinfoil bundles on the antennas in the lobby. His socks were pulled were up high but not as high as his shorts. It smelled like Midwestern old man in there so we hustled through to get to our room that smelled like old Midwestern socks dried by an open fire. The next morning we headed across the way (and in way I mean huge, empty parking lot) to Jigger’s Café for some breakfast but all they served was deep fried chicken tenders and cheese sticks so we called it brunch instead. The young, tattooed new mom who took our order was also the one who went back and manned the frying machine while her baby crawled around on the floor around us seated at one of the 3 or 4 tables between the door and the small area that held odds and ends for sale. There her husb…well, to be safe we’ll just call him, the baby’s father, sat behind the counter and played a card game on the computer until he got up and left – went outside, got in his truck and drove away – while his baby’s momma was out of sight in the kitchen located in the back of the Jigger’s establishment where she was caressing our fried meal out of sputtering oil. The baby girl crawled around until she almost pulled a tall, revolving card display over on her 6 month old noggin. Taylor decided it best to take care of her until one of her parents came back into the room / building. Her momma did, about 28 minutes later, looked around for her baby’s daddy, shrugged and went into the back again – out of sight and out of her mind. After our breaded brunch / nanny session we were on our way to the Midwest’s version of South of the Border; Wall Drug. What a great cheesy joke with clean bathrooms, delicious buffalo burgers, home made ice-cream and as many gimmicky, cowboy’ey attractions a dusty traveler can handle. The shops were actually great and we acquired several useful items at the camping store: retractable metal marshmallow roasting sticks that collapse to about 6 inches and have wooden handles (that don’t get hot), a lantern hanger that wraps around any tree and also works well for holding a trash bag and a vinyl tent repair kit (don’t ask). Oh, and Nic scored some cool ninja knives. He’s into sharp blades. They were pumping Johnny Cash on the speakers indoors and out and we had to smile from exploring this marvelous cheesy joke that we couldn’t help ourselves for enjoying. From there it was the badlands….here the landscape came alive making these lands all-together, not so bad. (if you don't mind the imment threat of poisonous reptiles) We stopped first at the visitor’s center (as we do) and there Taylor got an Audubon bird book that she absolutely loves. She’s been bird watching ever since. In fact, today she told us a myth about how a long time ago, so long ago that we probably don’t remember, she traded her eye-balls for the Eagle’s eye-balls and now she is “Eagle-Eye”! She and Nic also got their National Parks Passports stamped. It was a breath of fresh sight to see the gritty deep crevices sprawling out before us and just as welcome to get out of the car and walk among the rattle snakes and slippery slopes – really got the blood pumping again and I was glad to be in a place where I could fall at my own risk….without railings, windows, walls or legal agreements to sign. I had begun to think there wasn’t such a place in this country any more, where you have to think for yourself and be in charge of your own safety….off the government leash, so to speak. This place is like nothing we had ever seen before (especially in the previous states we’d just glided through) and we felt like we weren’t even on Earth anymore. We paused at the scenic overlook and breathed innnnnnnnnn and breathed ouuuuuuuuut. Ahhh. That’s better. Tingly from the experience and the vibe of the place we aimed our Garmonica at the Black Hills that were calling to us quietly over the dry, steep spires of erosion and profound silence that was poetically present all around us.

Ello People! sending out a random WAZUP from Wyoming, the state of big animals such as grizzly bears and so on...
How pleasant? Yeah 4 days ago on our first day in Custer State Park, We saw this buffalo drinking from this mud puddle.
Then we saw this huge heard of big fluffy buffalo
But that was after we moved our campsite. both were river-side but I thought the second site was better.
Becuase thats where I saw the weasel thing and all the turkeys ^.^ heh...
And thats how we got to where we are, sundance Wyoming. But even before all that we got to see the badlands..very big..
and orange...also very buffalo-eey and empty. but all the same its the land of..
Bad-ness? Anyways watch out for out next post coming soon to ze blogs everywhere!



Sincerley, Nic.